As if its going to crawl into my bed,
Under cool sheets and into my brain
Puncturing every thought
Making me feel death, near death
Pain, warm pain
Panting through my veins
Racing through my blood
Eyes glazed over, covers to my chin
Waiting, just waiting
For my heart to realize it was all just a cruel joke

10/08/2001

Posted on 10/08/2001
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